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Stiles had arrived home on the 4th and was immediately tackled into a hug by Scott who refused to let go until Stiles promised that he would get to be best man/werewolf of honor/whatever at his wedding. The one that wasn't happening for three years. Stiles was surprised Scott hadn't made him get it down in writing with a notary involved.

While it was perfectly fine to tell Scott via text that he was engaged, his father was a whole different matter. Sheriff Stilinski had to have known something was up when Stiles had a glass of whisky and a cheeseburger ready for him when he got home from a shift. Still, he didn't ask any questions, instead choosing to enjoy the burger before Stiles inevitably said something that would ruin his appetite.

Stiles, meanwhile, sat across from him at the table, drumming his fingers against it nervously. "So, Dad, you know how I'm, like, totally into Derek and we're two responsible adults--"

Sheriff Stilinski made a grunting noise of acknowledgement through bites of his burger.

"And, like, when two adults love each other they do...like, things to ensure they get tax breaks from the government..." Stiles tilted his head and looked at his father. There was something different about him. Something was off. He stopped babbling while he worked those Stilinski detective skills to figure it out.

The sheriff sighed. "Son, I know you're getting married, I saw your ring as soon as I walked in the door."

"What--how?"

"I solve crimes for a living," Sheriff Stilinski said with a 'duh' tone. "It was just fun watching you squirm."

"Do you know how much I was freaking out? You are such a jerk," Stiles said with a relieved laugh. It was cut off when he realized what was different about his dad. "You're not wearing your wedding ring."

Well this suddenly got awkward. More awkward.

[Thanks TW s5 for giving me that bit of canon at a serendiuptous time. Open for calls/visits/texts]

It was dangerous when Stiles got bored. He tended to create little "projects" for himself that really had no point but were something he'd quickly become obsessed with and the next thing you know Sheriff Stilinski can't find anything in the kitchen because Stiles decided to organize the pantry and fridge by expiration date.

Which probably explained why his dad paid for the portal ticket back to Fandom.

Stiles' latest project was going through the clothes they had in the bedroom to pick out stuff he wanted to bring to Beacon Hills and get the rest sorted in ROYGBIV order if Derek didn't come home in time to stop him. The closet had been taken care of, as had the dresser drawers. Now he was under the bed, trying to find clothes that had either gotten kicked under there or dragged in by Puppy Joe.

Boxers, t-shirts and socks he had been expecting. What he hadn't been expecting was a tiny black box that he had never seen before. Too lazy to wriggle out from under the bed (it had taken way too much shifting to get under there in the first place), Stiles brought out his phone and turned on the flashlight so he could see what was inside.

Did it count as an invasion of privacy if this was pretty much your bedroom?

When Stiles opened the box to find a ring he decided that, yes, this was an invasion of Derek's privacy. Because the ring was silver colored (though Stiles guessed it was platinum because this was Derek we were talking about) and there was a triskelion engraved in it. If Stiles were brave enough he would guess that it'd fit his ring finger if he tried it on.

Stiles let out a shaky breath. He definitely wasn't supposed to find this.

[For Derek and SP 'cause we've decided to do the thing but work and hair dyeing gets in the way]

Stiles was super glad his dad was working night shift tonight because he did not know how much longer he could take the father-son bonding. And it was the sheriff and Derek doing the bonding. Stiles was just sitting to the side watching in horror at his boyfriend and his dad chatting amicably. Shouldn't there be more glaring going on?

"We're not taking him to breakfast tomorrow," Stiles said, peeking out the window to make sure his dad was actually leaving.

[For Derek!]

Being a father of four meant that sleeping in was less of a luxury and more of a cause of paranoia, even when all four kids were old enough to take care of themselves for the most part. Not being poked at by Laurel to complain that Claudia was refusing to drive her somewhere or Blake screaming from downstairs that the toaster caught on fire again almost made Stiles a little homesick. Though Alex didn't tend to wake him or Derek up. He was a good kid. They could keep him.

It was ridiculous, he knew that, but it still made him almost regret coming to Fandom for the reunion. At least he could console himself with the fact that all four kids were probably driving Cora crazy right now.

Still, it meant he was up early and was coherent enough to realize that something weird was going on. Waking up in bed with Derek was normal but those clothes on the floor were some that he hadn't owned in years. The printed t-shirts had been banned from the house when wedding rings were exchanged.

"Something weird's happening," he mumbled. "Again."

[For Derek and others in the house and visitors as well]

So Derek had...quite the weekend. It was weird for Stiles too but he knew that was nothing compared to what Derek went through. Stiles wasn't even sure if he wanted to see his mother again if it would mean having to say goodbye again.

Stiles still wasn't great at this comforting thing but he was doing what he could. Mostly that meant he bought donuts and coffee at JGOB while Derek was still upstairs in their room. See? Comfort!

Though it probably didn't help that Stiles was eating all the jelly donuts in the kitchen instead of letting Derek know there was food.

[For Derek or anybody else that lives there/wants to visit]

Since Stiles' birthday was on a Wednesday this year he had a stupid thing called school and an exam getting in the way of actually celebrating on the 8th. He apparently couldn't not celebrate it (per Derek) so he came down to the island to birthday it up early. And then next weekend he'd go to Beacon Hills to birthday it up late. It was difficult being him.

He had a few vague (and not so vague) plans in mind to celebrate but right now he was content with laying on the couch. They had all weekend after all.

[For Derek!]

Stiles had to go back to school at some point today but he was putting it off as long as possible. He tried to justify it by saying he studied better here than in his dorm but there was absolutely no studying going on. Unless watching Netflix counted.

[For the guy!]

So it was Valentine's Day. Stiles actually hadn't planned anything special beyond spending time with Derek, which might have made him a lame boyfriend but whatever, he was a broke college student. He should be forgiven of such things.

He should also be forgiven for sleeping in until almost noon. Shut up, he had a biology exam yesterday. Which was stupid since he wasn't even majoring in that. Stupid gen ed requirements.

[For his Valentine!]

Snow was coming and as much Stiles knew he should probably get on the road and back to school before it hit, he was really tempted to find an excuse to miss class and have a snow day tomorrow. You would too if you were curled up in bed and as cozy as he was. He briefly stuck a foot out of the covers to see if it was worth it to get out of bed and get coffee but determined it was like Antartica in the house and he was better off being uncaffeinated and fell back asleep.

But he would be getting up to pack his bag and go back to school sometime today. Probably. Maybe.

He could miss one day of class, right?

[For the werewolf boyfriend guy and vistors/housemates/etc. I am already coming up with excuses not to go into work tomorrow 'cause 8 inches of snow in my area of Maryland no thank you]

True to Derek's word, he and Stiles kept on driving from the IHoP and didn't stop until they hit a warm, sunny beach. They had to make a few stops on the way for clothes and other necesseties but they managed to settle in a nice area and managed to get a pretty sweet hotel room (that Stiles didn't want to know the cost of).

Now they were spending New Year's Eve on the beach, with Derek wearing an obnoxious pair of swimming trunks that Stiles had bought him. They practically glowed in the dark, they were so neon.

[For the NYE buddy]

So the ghost thing was....a thing. A truly disturbing thing that he never wanted to deal with again. Sure, it hadn't caused as quite as much destruction as the nogitsune had but it still had freaked Stiles out and made him feel gross afterwards. And he hadn't even been the one possessed.

He had to go back to school tomorrow 'cause finals started on Monday but he was taking as much time as he could today to make sure Derek was okay. It involved a lot of clinging.

[For Derek!]

Stiles felt like he hadn't really done enough for Derek's birthday. Sure he had ordered Chinese food (and hadn't spilled any carrying it up to the bedroom) and, yeah, he broke out the Die Hard DVD to watch (epitome of romance, right there) but he felt like it wasn't enough. Probably because hadn't gotten (or could afford) a gift that wasn't a homemade card.

Though there was one of those too sitting on the dresser.

Look, he was a college kid, he had to make do with limited resources.

[For the birthday guy and SP]

Midterms were horrifyingly close and it turned out that you had tests and essays to write before midterms which was extremely unfair. There should be rules against that sort of stuff. It was child abuse!

Oh right, he wasn't a child anymore.

His roommate was wherever he went to in the evenings (Stiles had the feeling he creeped out the guy) which Stiles was thankful for because he needed all the space for studying. His papers were everywhere. The beds, the desks, the floor, the dressers. It was part of a highly scientific system. Even when he shoved the papers off his bed so he could attempt to take a frustrated angry nap it was all part of the system.

[Open for calls, etc]

College was...college. After two years in Fandom it was kind of a slap of reality to have actual homework assignments again and, you know, having to study and stuff. It was kind of nice to have something that normal in his life again. But he was lonelier than he thought he would have been here. Then again, he hadn't been putting in a huge amount of effort to be social.

Maybe the lonely aspect of it put him on high alert for when somebody actually was paying attention to him. He had spent the morning getting the distinct feeling he was being watched while he was walking from class to class and once or twice he thought he caught a glimpse of a familiar leather jacket. At first Stiles just thought it was his head messing with him because Derek couldn't--surely he wouldn't...it had only been a week, after all...

...who was Stiles kidding, yes he would. When his last class let out and he, yet again, caught a glimpse of a familiar outline in the distance he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Derek's number. This was ridiculous, his life was ridiculous.

[For the stalker and SP]

Stiles had no idea how he accumulated so much crap in two years but it had taken him forever to pack. And he wasn't even bringing everything with him! Or maybe he had just been dragging his feet 'cause he really didn't want to do this.

Whether he wanted to or not it was here and he was feeling really stupid about how much he didn't want to go to college. It's not like he hated school, it was something he was good at, but it still didn't feel right. Maybe because he pictured going off to college under different circumstances. You know, where Scott was going with him and Stiles hadn't killed a bunch of people a few months before.

Maybe he was just being dramatic. Whether he wanted it or not he was leaving today and he was just gonna have to deal with it.

[Uh yep this is Stiles' last on island post for a little while at least. Expect some work SP, as always]

Any plans Stiles had of him and Derek going out for their date definitely went out the window when it started raining fish outside. Not that he had plans for that anyway 'cause, let's be real, he knew where this date was gonna go so being too far away from the bedroom would be stupid. So they made the pizza guy suffer instead and called for delivery.

Sorry, pizza guy. At least he was given a nice tip.

[For the date and super SP 'cause, wow, I have a lot of shit to do today]

Some nightmares last night had led to Stiles sleeping during the day to make up for lost time which in turn led to him knowing he wasn't gonna sleep tonight. So he was downstairs sprawled out on the couch with some popcorn, scrolling through Netflix to load up some 80's action movies into the queue.

They'd all meld together by 3 a.m. but that was okay with him.

[For the people in the house/visitors]

Derek had wanted a classier date than Denny's tonight and Stiles gave it to him. The classiest unlimited breadsticks in town.

Stiles had been waiting for this date all week, not just because of the food (though he was pretty excited about his chicken parm), but because of inappropriate totally not safe for work things that were going on tonight. Just knowing what was going on in Derek's pants right now was making him all giddy and excitable.

It'd be kind of weird just saying they were on a date for dirty stuff. So Stiles chose to pretend they were celebrating him removing the bandage off his new tattoo. He was wearing short sleeves and no other layers for once and kept glancing down at the French wrapped around his wrist every few minutes.

[For one! Guess who it is. Go on, guess]

Stiles really hated the bed in the spare room. Which was sad because it was supposed to be his bed in his room. Ugh. Well he and Derek had a nice...two week streak where they didn't fight. Was that a record?

He attempted to talk yesterday and it failed spectacularly so as far as Stiles was concerned it was Derek's turn to make up. Whenever he felt like it. Stiles, however, would be holing himself up in his room, going over student loan stuff again.

This shit was so confusing.

[For the people in the house and visitors of course. Work SP applies]

Stiles really shouldn't have bought his ticket to Beacon Hills on the same day he attempted to look for scholarships whose deadlines hadn't passed since the nogitsune thing. It hurt his wallet. Ugh.

But it was for a good cause. Malia needed his help (not that she'd likely admit it) and it was a small price to pay when he compared it to letting the nogitsune back in his head to save her. He understood why Scott wouldn't be up to the task considering Allison hadn't died all that long ago.

He still hadn't packed his overnight bag 'cause he wasn't leaving until tomorrow and was instead downstairs rifling though the freezer for popsicles or ice cream or something frozen. It was hot as shit outside.

[Open to the people that live there and visitors ofc]